Wow, I had a time of it with Eve-the-cow this morning! Omigosh, a heifer with two things on her mind in this order: 1) Eat Food 2)Do Not Enter The Barn. We're barn-training her, which means, teaching her to walk into the barn. You'd think that would be easy. It often is. With Eve-the-cow, it is not. She consented to walk to the top step of the in-ramp to stick her nose and flare her nostrils in the barn, but to actually set foot in the barn was not something she was willing to do. She was more than happy to back up down the ramp, several times, after being lured to the top, several times, with grain. Ei, ei, ei. A particular sort of cow. A lovely wonderful cow, who someday will walk happily into the barn and eat grain. Maybe next week.

Eve-the-cow aside, I had a great time on my shift, and will go back for more this evening. I'm happy I have FOUR shifts next week! Hurray! Sadly, one of the other milkers had to cancel out of her shifts next week, and the truly great labor assigner gave me her shifts! Hurray! Thanks Elspeth! And I got a stretcher thingie with Kyle too, hurray! Slooowly but surely, I'll get out of the labor mess I'm in, and be a "member in good standing" once again. It seems there's a happy conspiracy to give me work! I feel very fortunate indeed, and can only hope that this sort of thing will spread.

Okey dokey, I've promised the 'puter to my offspring,
much love,
Kelpie